Good day, Tuesday. It's rainy and shite here in New York but warm so can't complain too much...I am still trying to orient myself- truck comes on Thursday with our whole life and the furnishings to accompany it so until then I am a bit of a wandering Jew. It's been some time since I have spent more than a few hours in Brooklyn, but my new 'hood is pretty rad, though a bit more pretentious than I remembered. It's hard for me to think of it here as so well heeled, but it really is. There are fancy strollers everywhere, nannies everywhere, and post hipsters everywhere who have achieved success but still wear thick black glasses. It's an interesting little pocket (I'm in Cobble Hill) and the predominant fashion for women seems to be good boots, well fitting down coats, and a top knot in the hair, which to me seems to be the dominant look here- the messy hair rule shows that although you are a mommy who may not work, you don't have time for a blowout nor do you want one- your children, freelance textile business, or yoga class trumps a shiny do any day. I love that the messy hair is rocked with a good bag, and expensive shoes and jeans. It's sort of the norm around here and though I don't nearly have enough hair to go top bunning, I have always embraced the messy look. Speaking of which, one of my first calls in the city was to my go to hair gal Siobhan, who is better than ever and came to see me in my hotel room- if you need a cut, she's the ONE. We talked at length about some ideas we both have that could be fun- so stay tuned for those...
I tried out a sweet little French place here, where lunch for two was $20- Tabac is a nice place to spend an afternoon, and I look forward to many there and discovering more and more. I'm still getting my sea legs but hopefully it will all make sense soon- last night I went into the city and remembered how much I love St. Mark's bookshop- and how much I missed places like this in Miami (find me a bookstore with an anarchy section there. Not likely). I bought a biography of Rimbaud and a collection of Fitzgerald stories on drinking- seemed apt that I am crawling out of my antisocial web I spun in the 305- now ready for drinks with friends and lovely wine soaked meals. Now I am watching New York Live with Siggy Flicker, the new reality show matchmaker of "Why am I Single" fame who keeps pronouncing married as "mawwied". Damn I missed it here...
MIami seems very far away and fading from mind faster than I thought it would...it was a weird period of our lives but grateful for all that it gave me and the experiences I had there. Will be back to blogging about all of my inspirations, loves, wants, thoughts shortly, but feeling a bit disassembled until my stuff gets here and I'm situated...all the love, and that's what's up this Lena Horne singing "Stormy Weather" of a Tuesday in the 718. XO